She rolls her eyes to the side. “You do not get to win.”
Releasing a wrist, I snake my arm around her waist to pull her flush to me. “Right, someone wanted me to make them swoon and go slow.”
“I never said slow,” she corrects me. “Be an asshole right now. Don’t be the guy that I kind of really want to pounce on, nor do I want to wait,” she bites out.
Leaning in to whisper with purpose, I notice goosebumps form on her skin. “Babe, you know we can always fuck angry. But my money is on that you want me to fuck you like we matter, because we do.”
She attempts to push me, but my hands are quick to cup her head while her eyes lock with mine, the twinkle not fading but now mixed with recognition. Her frown disperses into history and the corner of her mouth tugs.
“Do we matter?” She’s breathless from my simple yet true statement.
“Yeah,” I answer softly.
We stand there, nobody making a move because we’re waiting for her internal debate to end. It doesn’t take long before she jumps onto me with our mouths sewing together. It’s a bolt of lightning that causes me to stumble back a step or two.
“It’s not fair.” She speaks against my lips, as neither one of us wants to part. “I crumble around you in no time.”
I carry her a few more steps before I toss her onto the bed, and I peel off my t-shirt. “Welcome to the club.”
I’m over her with my hands running wild all over her body, letting her work her clothes off because she’ll do it faster.
When she’s down to her bra, she leans up while I dip my mouth down to capture her in another kiss. Hadley is busy yanking her panties off, and I reach behind to unclasp her bra. I love her naked, but it’s distracting, and right now, I just want to plunge right into her.
Luckily, we are two minds alike, and she wraps her legs around my waist to help gravity pull me to her faster. I brace myself over her and bring the tip of my cock to glide around the proof that I make her crazy. She moans when the head of my cock rubs friction against her sensitive spot, and I groan from the fact she’s soaking.
Our mouths fuse at the same time as I align myself and enter, sinking into her and feeling instant relief because she’s tight, warm, mine, and if I have it my way, nobody else will ever touch her again.
I pump in and out, slamming back in until I’m balls deep, and a sharp moan escapes her lips.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” I study her face with concern in my voice.
A playful dazed look appears on her mouth. “The contrary. It’s okay, you can go hard. I just need you inside of me.”
I place a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth and skim my lips down her neck before I continue my thrusts that have me feeling like I’m incapable of breathing unless I get to come inside of her.
Her skin feels searing under my touch, and I’m tumbling toward a release too damn fast. Her hands come to gently hold each of my cheeks while our eyes lock, and I’m deep, with nowhere else to go. She tightens her legs around me to hold me in and clenches her walls. Everything magnifies in intensity when the corner of my eye catches the sight of her wedding ring on her finger, and it makes me go feral.
I’m so far gone that it feels like an explosion when we finally get there together.
It takes a solid minute or two before I’m even capable of rolling off her, only to drag her with me because we are sweaty, our breathing rapid, and I want her head resting on my chest with my fingers combing through the strands of her hair.
Instantly, her fingertips begin to draw lazy patterns along my pec, even though our hearts are racing.
Hadley purrs a sound against my chest that vibrates against my heart, especially when it turns into a drawl of low laughter.
I squeeze her closer. “Yes?”
I notice her looking at her wedding ring. “Nothing. I’m just… content, I guess. Didn’t think that was possible with you.”
I contemplate what might be going on in her head, and I narrow it down to our first bad experience. I once laid with her and promised that we could see one another again, I would find a way to make it work I said, only to backtrack hours later for reasons she can’t know. I shake that memory out of my head, ignoring the consequences of that night, and choose to focus on the present.
Kissing the top of her hair, I inhale the scent of fresh lake air mixed with sex. “I’m actually quite enjoyable when you break a wall down or two.” She makes a sound and stays molded to me in a perfect fit. “But seriously, you don’t, what was it… detest me?” I tickle my fingers along her arms.
“Ha-ha,” she mocks mundanely. “I’m getting used to this. Us being like this. It feels very natural, yet kind of… exhilarating.”
“That’s a positive,” I point out.
“I realize that.” She peers up to greet me with a unique wonder, and I respond by giving her a quick kiss.
